9 — IsoscelesNo!
Jen felt Jack’s warmth slipping away from her, as she did so many mornings. Blinking to find only pre-dawn darkness, she murmured, as she always did, “God. Don’t go.”
This morning didn’t feel the same, though. The darkness… was different. Not their house. And though Jack had slipped out of the bed, a pair of legs was still tangled in hers. Soft, smooth legs. And soft, round breasts, pressing against Jen’s back and then retreating.
She heard Jack’s gruff morning voice. “Got to get in to see if Forensics have traced any of the evidence we collected yesterday.”
“If you stay,” murmured a low, breathy voice from Jen’s dreams, “we could f**k again.” Thin, long, warm fingers meandered along Jen’s belly.
Jack was silent.
“How could you walk away from an offer like that, Phal
